Alison's body was stiff and frozen on the spot as the tense cable was forced up into her crotch as she continued to breathlessly moan out. Her hands were tightly gripping on the rope, so hard that her hands were going white. Things only got worse for Alison as D.B. grabbed on to the top rope as her eyes widened, already tearing up a bit from her current situation before D.B. started to bounce her up and down. Howling in out in pain as she felt the ropes being pushed into her crotch over and over again, each one somehow feeling more painful than the last!

Continuing to holler out in pain, Alison knew that this was just a light taste of what was to come. Because of the fact it was her groin taking the hit made her feel like it hurt a lot. But she knew that D.B. was only getting started. A little kick in the ego to rile her up and then beat her down senseless until she couldn't move. That's what Alison would've done if she was in her position. After the bouncing was stopped granted more momentum from D.B., Alison lurched forward to gasp out for air.

She didn't get much chance to however, the Dreaded One giving her the chance as she came rushing back to deliver a boot to the face. Alison's face snapped to the side as she fell over the ropes, tumbling on to the apron before crashing down on the barely matted. Definitely not the start she wanted.

Though normally she was strictly bare-knuckled business in the ring, D.B. couldn't deny that jostling Allison up and down on the tethered rope was indeed just for her own sadistic pleasure. Just a little something to further hammer home how ridiculous Allison looked right about now, ogling audience members taking in the tantalizing sight of her bobbing repeatedly on the rope with both wincing discomfort and lecherous thoughts. At least before D.B. made good on her grim and sarcastic promise by assisting Allison off the ropes by means of her treaded boot to the side of her gasping face.

D.B's right leg hung loosely on the top rope after having put in considerable momentum into the punting kick, the darkly bunny girl than outright using that awkward position to step over the top rope and seat herself on the apron. For now she took a few seconds to briefly examine the writhing newcomer at her feet. D.B. seeing the uptight loudmouth knocked senseless amidst the garbage and hardcore props strewn about the ring as fitting imagery for where Allison naturally belonged.

With a scoff and a hop off the apron, D.B. began waltzing over towards Allison with an ominous stride that included stepping onto the back of her head before standing right beside her. She once again clasped onto those flowing locks of hers as a hair-raising grip to start tugging Allison upward, than attempting to apply a stifling side-headlock to keep her adversary in check and subdued, the side of her cheek rubbing against D.B.'s sideboob in the process.

Alison laid on the floor, hands shooting straight for her crotch after that painful ride on the ropes. The boot to the face hurt too, there was no denying that as the side of her face was stinging in pain from the powerful hit from D.B. and the fall wasn't the greatest landing either. It left her vulnerable and winded, long enough for D.B. to exit the ring in stalking fashion as she stood over her. Growling out as she tried to push herself up enough to look at the looming woman, Alison would have help getting to her feet and again since it was D.B. who was 'helping her' it was help that she did not want at all.

Pulled up as her head was squeezed, grinding the side of her face into the side boob as she felt the large chest of the Bunny, a tint of red appeared on Alison's face as she brought her hands on to Death Bunny's hips, growling out as she was caught in the powerful arm of her opponent. "Eeeerr.....Just you wait...I'm going to...kick your ass for this!" Alison groaned out, still hanging to the idea that she could be the one who puts Death Bunny of all women in her place.

Seeing the corner post not too far off, Alison tried to begin her counterattack, gripping onto the hips of Death Bunny as she threw herself forward trying to catch D.B. by surprise before she started to enforce herself over her outside as well. If she was able, she'd attempt to shove D.B. into a nasty meeting with the corner post to give herself some time to catch her breath.

Considering the offensive onslaught D.B. had just subjected Alison to, it was understandable if D.B. ended up proceeding forward in this match with an aura of smug confidence about her. Implanting the treads of her boot upside the head of the arrogant newcomer and having her go for stumbling into a tumultuous free-fall outside if the ring pretty much cemented the notion in D.B.'s mind that this match was going to end sooner rather than later. Preferably with Alison splayed out in the middle ring after having been beaten unconscious with her face caked crimson red...although D.B. could settle for her just being beaten unconscious.

D.B. stomped her foot into the ground from the amount of concerted pressure she was applying to the side headlock, further brushing Allisons' cheek into the snug softness of her ample chest. D.B. interlocked her hands to further ensure it's muscled grip on Allison cranium, D.B. whipping her bunny-eared back with a grim sneer directed downwards towards Allison.

Though what D.B. hoped would be a draining hold intended to slowly siphon the fight right out of her, was instead used to Allison's own advantage. She paid no mind to the hands on her curvy hips, merely thinking of them as frantic scrambling before that grip was used to shove D.B. forward. Coupled with Allisons' own charging momentum, D.B. barely had time to register what was even happening before she was sent careening headfirst into the steel post. A collision that had D.B. scream out loud before collapsing and rolling over to the sides before settling down on her back. One of her gloved hands palming her forehead with her eyes shut to the world in grimacing pain...

It was a little desperate of Alison but she wasn't going to mince details at this point. Although she would've liked to have a more, glorious victory of her trouncing Death Bunny with 'clean' tactics. But at this point, a victory itself would suffice for the hungry, brash woman and it was a No Disqualification match, there was no need to be focusing on as she watched with great glee of Bunny smashing into the post and collapsed onto the barely covered mats. Falling over on to the apron, leaning against it to catch her breath as her hand would shoot right for her crotch again. Panting, she would quickly smile out as she finally got a standing in advantage over D.B. for the first time in the match.

Pushing herself off of the apron, she quickly made her way around to the downed bunny ears wearing woman as she quickly brought up her foot to quickly stomp right onto D.B.'s chest to keep her down on the mat. With how D.B. had been beating on her, this was a just a light beginning for what was to come! Grinding her foot down, she almost feel into the trap of wanting to gloat to the respected woman's face, looking down at her underneath her foot.

But she wasn't going to. That was how advantages were quickly lost. Taking her foot off of the chest, she would attempt to grab D.B. at the back of her head to peel her off of the mat. She would decide that D.B. needed another meeting with her head as she attempted to slam it into the apron!

The reverberating clanging sound of skull smacking straight into a steel surface was as sickening to hear as it was difficult to watch for the nearby audience members. Having her muscled arms preoccupied with joyfully squeezing the life out of the cocky upstart meant that D.B. would have exactly zero chance of defending herself from quite literally taking the blow head on. It was probably a result of her own hubris that she thought Alison wouldn't be putting up much of a fight anymore, but that still didn't leave D.B. any less pissed at her as she clutched her forehead from the throbbing headpains that hurt like hell and kept her splayed out on her back. A vulnerable position that D.B. struggled to rise up from before a hefty boot stomped her back down and kept her there.

"Hggah!!" D.B. groaned out sharply from the treads of Allisons boot mashing into her soft chest, her stomped breast compressing downward under the weight and pressure of the arrogant shrew smirking down at her. Writhing in pain and half-heartedly grasping at Allison's ankle were the best semblances of resistance D.B. could muster considering her bunny-eared head was still ringing from the earlier head-bashing. For now, she could only grit her teeth while enduring both the lingering head pains and the demeaning situation of being grounded into the floor like she was nothing.

The alleviated pressure from her boob was a welcome reprise, D.B. rolling to her side before that brief feeling of relief quickly dissipated when she was escorted back to her feet to have her face brutally slammed into the ring apron. Her bunny-eared head whipping backward along with rest of her stumbling back until she flopped down to her butt with her back propped up against the barricade. One hand once again shielding her battered and flinching face, though in no way stifling D.B.'s pained moans...

It felt great stomping and standing on D.B.'s chest, but she was getting a head of herself. This all would come again when she would pound D.B. into the mat until she couldn't move anymore. Knowing that she had a certain amount of time before Bunny's head would recover from smashing into the steel post, Alison worked fast. She wanted to deliver as much pain as she could within the short amount of time back on to D.B. after peeling her off of the mat and driving her face first into the apron, watching her busty foe recoil off from the hit before staggering towards the barricade and slumping into a heap.

Now that her pain in the crotch had subsided, Alison thought that it would be over. Then she forgot about the pain in her face from when D.B. smashed her boot into it, causing a nasty tumble down on to the floor. Her hand shot of to her face as she hunched over, gripping her cheek tightly as she locked her eyes on D.B.'s position. It sent images of that condescending look of D.B. flying through her head as she wanted to remove that image and replaced with one of pain as she stomped her way towards the downed opponent.

She could've done something like grab a weapon or something involving running. But not Alison, she wanted Death Bunny to feel the brunt of her rage with her bare fist as she would reach down, trying to reach past the defending arm to grab on to the short light purple hair of Bunny to force her to look up. Alison would then attempt to start raining down shot after shot at Bunny's face, having no problem getting down and dirty herself with the violent attack!

Not long after D.B. could start breathing normally again after that boot removed from her chest, Allison continued to ride her newfound wave of momentum by hauling D.B. up and smacking her battered face into the ring apron. D.B. cringing fiercely from having her bell rung twice in immediate succession and rattling her senses enough to have her stumbling backward into the rigid barricade behind her before dropping down onto her backside. The padded waist high wall most definitely keeping her upright as she muttered profanities into her gloved hand.

Scraping her boot against the floor while one of her free hands pounded the wall behind her, D.B. vented her frustrations in as cathartic way you could imagine considering she was coping with a pounding headache and horribly disoriented vision at the hands of this wanna-be scrub. Not a great look for someone who had just recently taken great delight in dismantling and woman-handling the person now taking the fight right back to her. The same person she noticed who was now towering over with a sadistic gleam in her eye.

The pain in her scalp being the second thing that got her attention as she was forced to glare up at Allison before the first of many punches began to rain down on her. Every shot to the side of her battered cheek eliciting a spasmodic twitch to her frame with traces of spittle sent flying from her groaning mouth. One of D.B's gloved clutching onto the soft skin of the underside of Allison's thigh with her free hand raised up to shield whatever strikes she could...

Alison had her time to start showing everyone, especially D.B., that she was someone who wasn't going to be taken lightly as she had the Dreaded Woman pinned up against the barricade. Smashing her fist into the face of D.B., after raining down the hand in a frenzy, Alison was now taking her time to line up the shots to come crashing down into the face of D.B. as she herself was taking in the delight of seeing the stoic face of D.B. coping with the beating she was getting.

Her hand, grabbing on the side of D.B.'s head to grip a hold of the short hair of her opponent, she pulled on the head each time she slammed the fist into her face for additional leverage going into the hit. But simple punches wasn't going to be enough to satisfy Alison, nor did she imaged everyone in the crowd wanting to see a slug fest with just punches. She wanted people to remember this match, for everything involved!

"Ready for some real pain!?"

Pulling up on D.B.'s hair with her left hand while the other when to pull on the back of her head, Alison pulled her opponent off of the barricade before attempting to stand side by side with her, wrapping her arms around her waist and tucking her head underneath her armpit, she would attempt to try and lift D.B. up into the air before dropping her back first into the barricade with a back suplex drop!

As much as D.B. pegged Allison for some loud-mouthed scrub who could probably tip over from the size of the chip on her shoulder, the bunny girl couldn't deny that Allison was infuriatingly consistent with her offense. Between the flurry of fists pummeling away at her cheek and the earlier collision between her bunny-eared noggin and the steel ring post, it was easy for D.B. to start to lose track of the number of shots to the head she had taken. It was actually becoming harder to recollect much of anything at the moment. Her thoughts becoming increasingly more rattled and incoherent with every strike making contact...

D.B.'s throbbing head pains not being helped any further by Allison than deciding to use that clenching grip on her purple locks to haul her upwards, her face scrunched up from the tugging strain on her scalp that she eventually acquiesced to. The rubber treads of her boots scrapping against the floor during her painful ascension until she was back on her feet and suddenly feeling a foreboding grasp on her waist. Having your head repeatedly pounded made the whole world a fuzzy and distorted blur, one that immediately came back into focus once she was swiftly hauled up and dropped spine first over the nearby barricade.

The horrendous impact sending intensely sharp jolts of pain up and down D.B.'s now curved spine from a maneuver that elicited startled gasps from nigh the entire arena. The macabre bunny girl's mouth agape in voiceless agony as her curvaceous frame remained limp and motionless atop the barricade, her sweat glistened abdomen expanding slightly from her haggard breaths. D.B. remaining seemingly incapable of jostling herself free from her embarrassing perch and it's unsettling imagery.